I live in the country and the big beautiful Great Pyr down the road from me, named Belle, died. She had the most beautiful face and was the biggest (big dog), I had ever experieced knowing before Joey. She would have been eight years old in a few days. Apparently she had had a stroke previously and had never quite recovered. She lived a full life tending sheep and watching over the wild turkeys and anything else she could protect. I will miss her low booming bark, and Joey and her greeting each other when I pass by my neighbors house, (even though she knew Joey was a goofy pup.) Belle would always try and nudge in for a pat when Joey's attention was on something else...too cute.) We will miss you Belle. Our road feels kind of empty now...
Georgi